It gets under my skin,
just a little bit,
flutters in my sleep,
and i cant get away.
perfection around the corner,
effort at its longest coffee break,
and a heart losing armor.
just let it in
let it speak
dont censor it,
but what do i say,
how do i say it?
I killed my plant,
um i think i love you.
randomicity running around with my
my what my words,
my life,
my path.
to get me there,
to the corner of 10th and 10th
I want to lick you like a lollipop,
um no thank you missy,
id rather have the two grinding in
the cage.
im content there.
laughing uncontrolable,
are you eating jujubes?
and gobstoppers.
for heavens sake grow up little girl.
why thank you for dropping by.
only crazy girls have converstions with themselves.
but crazy girls,
fall in love,
paint their eyes and hair to match,
moan and quiver in bed,
but their favorite thing to do is
bite the necks of the
crazy girls that fall in love, with crazy girls.
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ramble word puke, about random things nothign really makes sense or flows but whatever.
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I really liked this part:
only crazy girls have converstions with themselves.
but crazy girls,
fall in love,
paint their eyes and hair to match,
moan and quiver in bed,
but their favorite thing to do is
bite the necks of the
crazy girls that fall in love, with crazy girls.
Very well penned. My favorite line was the last one as usual " But their favorite thing to do is bite the necks of the crazy girls that fall in love, with crazy girls."



